Fitz jauntily approached the door...He reached for the doorknob.

He suddenly went down in a crashing heap of arms and legs...having been tackled by Duncan and Methos.

He looked at the two men and exclaimed, "Are you two daft? I was merely going to become somewhat better acquainted with the lovely Doctor."

Duncan rolled onto his back. He covered his face with one hand and peaked at Fitz through parted fingers. "Daft? No! Are you suicidal?"

Fitz looked puzzled. Pushing Methos off of his legs he sat up and said, "No, why do you ask?"

Methos propped his head on one elbow, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "The good Doctor has Amanda in there, IN PRIVATE. So that she can give her a GYN exam. Now just what do you think Amanda's reaction would have been.... you know, with you barging in to hit on Anne while she is literally up in the stirrups"

Fitz's eyes narrowed in consideration... " I see, Good show lads, saved me didn't you? Well now, shall we find Ritchie and get a stiff drink to celebrate my brush with death?"

The three men found Ritchie, who had located the consumable. Shortly, it became a "Boy's Club", with the fellows sipping favorite beverages. Amanda's stock was generous and varied, so everyone found something to his liking.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard," Fitz groused. "You could have simply said 'Fitzcairn, old sot, you were about to intrude into sacred territory, stand down, there's a good lad.' Why the rugby scrum?"

"Just needed a way to get your attention quickly," Methos said with a small smile.

"After all, we know how difficult that can be when females are at the fore, Duncan added.

"And you wanted liquor in the mix, too," Ritchie said, shaking his head. "Man, you guys say I get stupid around women..."

"I merely wanted the appropriate substances on hand to toast such an occasion. Especially now that we have a professional to check out matters...so to speak," Fitz said, taking a sip.

At that moment, Anne emerged from the bedroom, looking mystified.

The four men looked at her. "Is Amanda all right?", Duncan asked, concerned.

"I suppose, for a woman who has been pregnant for all of three days, from what I can determine, at the rate she's going, she will give birth in a week, two
tops."

All four men turn to stare at Anne.

Duncan downed his drink. Fitz whistled.

Ritchie blinked and Methos smirked.

Anne holds out her hand and Duncan hands her a glass, Methos poured some scotch into her glass. Ritchie dropped in a cube of ice. Fitz offered a coaster. All five stand for several minutes in silence. Anne sips her drink.

Amanda emerged from the bedroom. All eyes turned to her, each in their own way
judging the situation. Each wondering what the future held. Each hoping that Amanda was in a better mood.